What The Rodent Caused
by LouBelle04
Summary: Just a shortish smutty one shot based on the Children in Need Special a few years back. Now a two shot, thanks to my lovely reviewers!
1. Chapter 1

**Just a one-shot (unless anyone wants more) which came about from watching the Children In Need Special a few years back... My first attempt at writing anything, never mind smut! Reviews would be greatly appreciated!**

**~LouBelle04~**

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><p>"No, you're right, it's a stupid idea. Dunno what I was thinking about..."<p>

"Actually, I'd quite like to see what he can do. It's not all about size you know." Alex flicked her eyes up and down the length of Gene's body, raising her eyebrow suggestively. Gene didn't miss the mischievous glint in Alex's eyes, and felt his pulse speed up slightly, as he noted the innuendo in her words. He blew out a long breath, considering his next move.

"Fine." he said eventually. "Christopher, let the Gerbil into the car."

As Chris took the keys, Alex knew she'd pay for her off the cuff remark. Although she knew that Richard was a completely competent, if not great, driver, she vaguely recalled a life threatening accident a few years previously. She swallowed nervously; Gene would not be happy if the 'Gerbil' ruined the Quattro, and she knew that it would, in Gene's mind, be her fault. She was about to suggest that, actually, Richard wouldn't be up to the job of handling the Quattro, when she realised that Gene was reaching the tail end of what appeared to be a threatening speech.

"... conkers so hard that you'll be singing Walking In The Air higher than Aled Jones. You got it?"

"Yeah, uh, got it." mumbled Richard. "Righto!"

God help him if he crashes that car, thought Alex. Ugh, never mind him, God help _me_ if he crashes that car.

As Richard reversed the car, Gene warned Alex; "If anything happens to my car with that rodent at the wheel Bolly, I will hold you personally responsible."

A squeal of breaks, and Richard spun the car 180 degrees, in a style to rival the Gene-Genie himself. Alex blew out a sigh of relief and Gene turned, surprised.

"I think your car is in safe hands, Guv. Back to the office boys!" Alex waited for Ray and Chris to begin making their way back to CID before leaning into Gene's ear. "Like I said Guv, size doesn't always matter, it's what you do with it that counts." Alex stepped back and fixed Gene with another suggestive glance and eyebrow waggle.

Gene stepped into the space vacated by Alex and growled into her ear. "I doubt that the rodent could tell your arse from your tits Bolls, never mind figure where to stick his gerbil dick."

Alex leant slightly closer to Gene, breathing her response into his ear. "And I suppose you'd know where to 'stick' your appendage, Guv?"

"I'd have you begging for relief within 5 minutes, Lady Bolls and don't you doubt it. I'll bet my whisky stash that the rodent don't have a clue."

"You know, 'Gene'" Alex began, waggling her fingers with his name, "you brag about your... abilities and manhood an awful lot, yet you have never once shown me that you have any evidence to back up this ego of yours."

Gene's eyes flashed dangerously, and he took another couple of steps towards Alex, backing her gently into the side of the caravan conveniently parked behind them. "If you want proof, Bolls, you've only got to ask."

Alex's breath caught in her throat, but before she could think of a reply, she was interrupted by the door of the Quattro opening and Richard saying. "How'd you fancy meeting the Stig?"

Alex grinned, "Thought you'd never ask!" before jumping in the passenger seat. As the Quattro pulled away, Alex wriggled her fingers in Gene's direction, leaving him cursing.

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><p>As Gene got back to the office, his mind was full of scenarios in which Alex was, quite literally begging him for relief. The foremost thought was his trusty stand-by fantasy of Alex; up against a wall, pleading with him for relief as he teased the head of his cock in and out of her wet heat, before plunging deep inside her, until they were both sated.<p>

Shit, he thought. Can't walk around the office with a loaded weapon down me trousers. Gene sat down in his office, grateful for the privacy his desk offered him.

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><p>Where the hell is that bloody woman! And my bloody car!<p>

It was 6pm, four hours since Alex had driven off with that poofter with the rodent nickname. And in his bloody car. Four, very long hours. Can't let her get away with going AWOL for the afternoon, Genie boy.

"Right boys and girls, piss off, last one in Luigi's buys me drinks all night. If you see Drake, tell her to get her bony, pointless arse into my office, pronto. As high and mighty as she thinks she is, she does not skip out on half a day of work. Not even with some midget shit stick. And especially not in my bloody car!"

As the team scrambled to leave, Alex walked into CID, head held high and eyebrows raised in amusement. She walked over to her station, carefully placing her jacket over her chair, before perching on the edge of the desk, with a curious look of superiority. Gene decided to bring Alex into line, there and then, if only to wipe that smug look off of her face. He glared at her, before pointing to his office, waiting for Alex to reach the threshold, before following her in. Alex stood, defiant, in front of the filing cabinet as Gene closed the door, leaning against it lightly.

"So Bollinger Knickers, decided to come crawling back? What, the rodent leave you unsatisfied?"

"Actually no, Guv. It was a very ...'satisfying' afternoon."

"You saying he knew where to put his gerbil prick?" Gene couldn't believe she'd actually slept with him, while they'd all been working, she'd been working up a sweat with that little … urgh.

"I'm saying he had some very good manoeuvres." Alex raised one perfectly manicured eyebrow as she took in Gene's shocked look. God, he looks sexy. Time to up the game, Alex thought. "Why? You jealous that he had the balls to prove he knows how to use his assets?"

So. This is how she wants to play it, then? Bring it on Lady Bolls, the Gene-Genie will be more than a match for you.

Gene stepped towards Alex, moving her backwards, until he could smell her perfume, and heard the filing cabinet clink as their combined weight was pushed against it. Alex bit back a gasp as she felt the length of Gene's body against hers, their faces, oh so close together. Alex's eyes fluttered closed as Gene leant forward and whispered into her ear, his breath hot.

"You shouldn't be toying with me Bolly, I could get you off far better then that gerbil dicked midget."

Alex could feel her heart beating ten to the dozen, and was mildly surprised that Gene couldn't feel it through their touching chests. She took a moment to gather her thoughts, a futile attempt to keep her cool; to not to give into the sensations that the man in front of her was creating.

"Like I said, Guv. All of these statements, and not one shred of evidence to back them up."

Gene took half a step back before taking a firm hold of both of Alex's wrists. "You want evidence Bolls? I'll give you evidence." Gene pushed one of Alex's hands back against the filing cabinet, and pulled the other to the front of his trousers, forcing her to feel the sizeable tent there.

This time Alex let out an audible gasp as Gene pressed his entire body up against Alex once more, keeping both their hands firmly between his legs.

"Guv." Alex's eyes flew open as she breathed the word, so quietly, that Gene wasn't sure she'd actually said it. Gene released the hand he was still holding against the filing cabinet, and trailed his fingers ever so slowly up Alex's arm, before running them down and back up again, and then ghosting his fingertips across her collar bone. Gene could feel his trousers twitching against Alex's hand and gave into the desire to push against her.

"What, Bolly? What do you want?" With each word, Gene's free hand drifted lower until he had a handful of Alex's clothed breast. He gently squeezed each breast in turn before dipping his hand into the valley between, feeling her silken skin, where her top dropped into a V.

Alex drew in a shaky breath, feeling her desire form into a throbbing in her groin, while Gene thrust his hips against hers once more, leaving Alex in no doubt of her DCI's desire and state of arousal.

Alex felt her heart rate speed up even more as she attempted to move her trapped hand closer to it's goal. Gene's face was close to hers, and she lifted her chin slightly, pushing her lips lightly against his. It seemed Gene had been waiting for Alex to take the leap and, once she had, he took it as a sign of assent, allowing him to continue with his assault of her body. His lips became strong against hers, taking what she had to offer, tongues battling for dominance.

Gene removed his hand from Alex's breasts and pulled his hand away from his trousers, before pushing his hips against Alex's again, ensuring her hand stayed in place. Alex's moan at the loss of contact, both from her hand and her chest was swallowed up by Gene's mouth, fiercely possessive of her. Gene's hands drifted down to her hips, dipping into the waistband of her jeans, tugging the material of her top free. Gene's fingers worked lower still inside Alex's trousers, to the top of her underwear, where he set about roughly committing the soft skin to his memory.

Alex traced Gene's profile with her eyes, breathing heavily and gasping softly every time Gene's fingertips ventured that tiny bit lower. Gene pulled one hand from the top of Alex's lacy underwear, smirking as he noted her quiet moan, signalling her disappointment. Before she had the chance to vocalise her protests, his free hand made quick work of the button and zip on her jeans, before resuming it's position at the uppermost point of her knickers.

Alex let her shoulders rest against the filing cabinet, at the same time pushing her hips forward, towards Gene's hands, which in turn moved his hands lower, inching ever closer to her goal. Gene moved one of his hands upwards, once more, ghosting up over Alex's breasts, along her shoulders and down her arms, before coming to rest at her waist, whilst his other hand was moving devastatingly slowly, tracing a path to the crux of Alex's thighs, feeling her, damp and warm, even through her knickers. He ran his hand forward and backwards along her underwear, pressing into her ever so slightly harder when he reached her clit. His other hand was tracing circles on her uncovered waist, which Alex was surprised to find just as erotic as the hand fondling her over her underwear.

As Alex let out a shaky breath, Gene decided to up the tempo, hooking his little fingers into her underwear and pushing them down, until they gathered around her ankles, where they joined her long forgotten jeans. Gene ran one hand up Alex's body, pausing at the back of her neck, whilst the other moved around to her naked bottom, caressing the soft skin for a moment, before pulling her bodily towards him, away from the filing cabinet, making her gasp out loud as his prominent erection hit her clit roughly, before, a second later, forcing her back into the filing cabinet, which they hit with a loud clang.

Gene raised his hands to either side of Alex's head and began to thrust his trouser clad erection against her crotch, slowly at first, and then picking up speed as the rate of her breathing also increased, but ensuring to nudge her sensitive clit with every thrust.

Oh God, thought Alex. I can't remember being this turned on without really being touched.

As Alex realised she needed so much more from her boss, she lifted shaky hands to his belt, and undid the buckle. Gene quirked an eyebrow as she struggled with the buttons on his jeans, her hands weak with desire. As she drew the zip down and Gene's trousers fell to the floor, he leant in, breathing softly into her ear as he renewed his thrusting, now his erection only contained by his boxers.

"You didn't shag that little rodent, did you Bolls?" Gene said, pausing in his ministrations, already knowing the answer, but irritated that such an obvious trick, designed to make him jealous had actually worked.

"No, Gene" Alex panted, pushing her hips more insistently against his, silently pleading for more, "didn't. Swear. Just drove."

"Good girl, Bollinger-Knickers. Although the nickname doesn't quite ring true any more, does it? You certainly haven't had a drop of Bollinger today. Doubt the Rodent knows what class is." As Gene spoke, he had positioned himself at Alex's entrance, feeling her wet heat seep through his boxers, onto his rigid cock. As he mentioned the Rodent who had, indirectly, caused them to be in this position, Gene thrust halfway inside Alex, boxers be damned.

From the loud, wanton moan which escaped Alex's lips, he gathered that she didn't mind the extra friction which said boxers provided.

"Tart." Gene grinned against her skin as he processed her next words.

"God, you …. really are... bigger ... in every ... department." Alex managed to exclaim as he drove her to new heights, the likes of which she couldn't remember experiencing in real life, never mind her life in the 80's.

"Too right." he ground out in her ear, as he continued his movements inside Alex, not pushing into her any further, not while he was still constricted by his boxers at any rate, but not completely pulling out either. Alex let out another moan and choked out his name, pleading him for more.

Gene roughly tore his hips away from Alex's, using his hands to keep her locked against the filing cabinet. As he rested his forehead against hers, both of them breathing heavily, Alex gripped the elastic of his boxers, pulling them down; finally freeing his throbbing erection. She softly ran her hand along his length, pausing at his weeping tip, brushing the head lightly with her thumb as she leant forward to kiss Gene just as lightly on the lips. Gene gripped her wrists, removing them from his member, simultaneously deepening the kiss and thrusting his hips hard against hers, sheathing himself completely.

As Alex bit back a scream at the indescribable feeling of being utterly filled by this incredible specimen of a man, Gene began thrusting in earnest, barely giving her time to adjust to the feeling of fullness she was experiencing. Gene realised that he couldn't last much longer, so ran a fingernail down from where his hands were digging into Alex's waist, heading lower until he reached her clit, which he flicked, pinched and rubbed until he felt her inner walls clench around his cock, adding to the delightful friction their coupling was already providing.

As Gene thrust faster and faster, Alex's breathing was becoming more and more erratic, signalling how close she was to oblivion. Pulling strings on her end of the bargain, Alex dropped one of her hands between them both, to Gene's balls, rolling them gently in her hands, both Gene and Alex panting heavily as they drove each other to the long awaited completion.

"Fuck! Oh God, Gene!" Alex breathed out as she came down from her high.

Gene grinned at her, holding still inside her, now spent, as he pulled her up for a passionate kiss, stealing her remaining breath.

"Better than a gerbil, right Bolls?" he winked at her, slowly removing himself from her heat and kneeling down in front of her, gathering up her underwear and jeans, tugging them back up her legs, stealing a quick kiss as he buttoned up her jeans. Then he knelt down again, picked up his own boxers and trousers, and did them up as he kissed her jaw before leaning in to mutter in her ear.

"Come on then Bolly, I believe my stamina has been questioned today. We're heading to your flat." and with that, he strolled out of his office, leaving a breathless Alex grinning to herself, with a slightly shell-shocked expression. Oh yes, Gene, she though, we will most definitely be testing your stamina tonight. Lightly resting her hand on her cheek, noting that she was still quite flushed, she followed Gene out of CID.


	2. Chapter 2

**Sorry it took me so long to finish this chapter! I wasn't expecting such an amazing response from you all! I finally understand why everyone loves receiving reviews so much!**

**Obviously (and sadly) none of the characters are mine!**

**~Loubelle04~**

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><p>As Alex and Gene walked into Luigi's, planning to get a bottle or two and then head straight up to Alex's flat for a repeat of the last half an hour, they were called over by the team, many of whom were shouting suggestive remarks in Alex's direction, regarding her afternoon out of office.<p>

"Better stay for a couple Bolls, the team expect it" muttered Gene.

"Okay. I'll head up after two. Have a few and then follow?" Alex caught Shaz's eye and walked over to her table.

"Hi, Shaz."

"Did you have a good afternoon Ma'am? Chris told me what happened out back earlier, the Guv wasn't too hard on you when you got back was he?"

Alex chuckled, "I think, considering, Shaz, that he was just hard enough. For God's sake, don't tell him this, but I suppose I can see his point, I did skive off of an afternoon's work!"

Gene walked over with a bottle of Luigi's house rubbish and two glasses just in time to hear the end of Alex's reply.

"Yes, that's very true Ms Fruitcake. Someone will be working overtime for a long time to make up for it."

"Of course Guv. Wouldn't expect anything less."

Alex caught Shaz's eye and grinned, before taking a long gulp of wine. Shaz smiled and went to say something, but at that moment Chris came running over, pulling her out of her chair and dragging her over to another table, where he and Ray had a round of shots.

Gene settled himself in the seat which Shaz had just left. They sat in silence while they both polished off their first glass of wine and Gene had just poured them both a refill. As Alex took a sip from her glass, Gene decided to ask something which had been nagging at him ever since they had left CID.

"So, Bolly. What's the damage to my car?"

"Not much, Guv. Couple of busted tyres and a broken window, nothing major, all easily fixed." Alex paused, delighting in Gene's narrowed eyes. "Oh, but the bonnet is completely ruined. You'll need a new one."

"You'd better be pissing around Drake. I wasn't joking. Anything wrong with her, and it's you who will be punished."

Alex finished her glass of wine and raised her eyebrows, "Calm it, Guv. I was joking, don't worry. _Richard_ is a very competent driver."

She hooked the keys to the Quattro out of her back pocket and said quietly, "Don't be too long, or I might just fall asleep. It's been a very long day."

Gene's eyes flashed as she left him sat at their table and he seriously debated just following her, the rest of the team be damned. As he made his mind up to move, Ray walked over to him and sat down, hoping to spend some quality time with the Guv. As Gene listened to him prattling on about Chris and how irritating he had become since starting to date Shaz, Gene resigned himself to a few more, long drinks before he could get away.

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><p>An hour and six whiskeys later, a slightly tipsy Gene stood outside Alex's flat, knocking on the door. "Bolly, lemme in."<p>

"Door's open." came the muffled reply from within. As Gene walked into the flat, Alex came to meet him in the hallway. She had swapped her usual leather jacket and jeans for leggings and an oversized jumper.

"You're lucky, I was about to go to bed," said Alex, smirking slightly as she approached Gene.

"Not a chance, luv, you've still got your punishment to come." It was Gene's turn to smirk at Alex's smirk changed to bemusment and he chuckled slightly before spinning her around, none too gently, and pressing her up against the inside of the flat door, holding her hands at the small of her back.

"This is for joking about my car. She is _not_ a joking matter!" Gene reached into his back pocket, withdrawing his handcuffs.

"Gene! Get off me.." Alex's protests were cut off in surprise as she felt Gene click the handcuffs on. Her breath was coming in short gasps as Gene pressed into the back of her, where she could feel his burgeoning erection, as he moved her hair aside, to whisper into her ear.

"What you said to Shaz, down there," he jerked his head downwards to Luigi's "you were right. You _did_ skip half a days work. AND you've not been properly punished."

"Whatever can I do to make it up to you, Guv?" Alex grinned into the door, gently tugging on her handcuffs, hoping that they weren't fastened correctly. Gene noticed the movement and pulled her around to face him by her shoulders, forcing her to back up against the door.

"I can think of plenty of things Bollinger Knickers, but one thing at a time. I think that you can beg for my forgiveness. Drop."

Gene pushed lightly on Alex's shoulders until she was on her knees before stepping back. "Any time now, Bolly. Forgiveness and freedom. Go."

"Gene, this is ridiculous. You're just angry that Richard proved that he was more than competent at handling at the Quattro and because I skipped work. You know that you've done worse than miss half a day at work!"

Gene crouched down to Alex's level and pushed his face towards her until they were nose to nose.

"If I wanted a bloody sermon, I'd have gone to the sodding church. I'm in charge here Bolly. Now beg! Or apologise!"

"Fine! I'm very sorry, _Guv_. I'll never do it, again. Happy now?" Alex's voice dripped with sarcasm as she muttered her apology.

"Oh, and while you're down there Bolls, you can make up for your fatal error. You do not refer to that little shit-stick by anything but his nickname. He is not 'Richard', he is the Gerbil. Got it?"

"Actually, Gene, _Richard's_ nickname is the Hamster. He did tell you."

"Bolly. Do I look like I give a shit? I think, as a reminder not to run off in the middle of a day at work, you'll be tending to this." Gene gestured towards his crotch, where his erection was straining towards her.

_Oh God, Bolly, handcuffed at my feet. No wonder my cock's practically poking 'er eye out._ Gene's thoughts suddenly trailed off as he felt Alex's hot breath on his trousers, he looked down just in time to see her lick her lips and leave an open mouthed kiss to the material covering the tip of his erection.

He groaned as Alex drew back, leaning against the wall, with a raised eyebrow. "Something the matter, Guv? If I'm to tend to this," she edged forward, gently brushing her nose against his crotch, "then I do believe you have a few too many layers on."

Gene staggered back a couple of feet and wrenched his trousers and boxers down around his ankles, before kicking them to the side of Alex. She laughed softly as Gene rearranged his facial features into that of a more threatening expression, before advancing on her bound and helpless form.

"Right then Bollinger Knickers. I do believe you were going to suck me off."

Alex gasped as Gene thrust his hips towards her, forcing her to open her mouth. He pushed the head of his cock into her warm mouth. She gently ran her tongue around the tip, hearing his groan as he placed his hands on the wall above her. She drew back, releasing him, before leaning back in to run her tongue along his shaft, softly blowing on his underside.

Gene growled, leant down and grasping Alex's chin between his finger and thumb, forcing her head up to look at him.

"No more fucking around, Bolly. I want yer gob around my cock and I want it now." With that, still holding her chin, he pulled her mouth open and pushed his length inside, as far as he could. Alex's lips closed around him, running her tongue along the underside of him, moaning softly as she felt him throb against her tongue. Taking her moan as a sign she was okay, Gene began to thrust his hips, slowly at first, fucking her mouth. He released her chin as he sped up, replacing one hand on the wall, the other tangling itself in Alex's hair, moving her in time with his thrusts.

As Gene increased his speed, Alex closed her eyes and breathed in the musky aroma of him, using her tongue to touch every part of his cock that she could. As Gene's movements became more erratic, Alex opened her eyes and sucked on his cock as hard as she could, causing Gene to groan loudly. He moved his hand from Alex's hair to the back of her neck, holding her head still as he thrust violently and more erratically than before. He moaned again, growling her name over and over, in synchronisation with his cock hitting the back of Alex's throat. A few more thrusts and Gene spilt over Alex tongue, his cock throbbing as she stroked his shaft with her tongue. As Gene pulled away, Alex sucked his entire length, cleaning him, before moving to her feet. The only noise was the sound of Gene's breathing, harsh in the still flat.

Alex was stood in the cage of Gene's arms, with his head resting on her shoulder. They stayed like that for a few minutes, until Alex went to escape, in an attempt to reach the sink and spit out the warm and bitter liquid, but he suddenly moved one hand to her chin, grasping it roughly. Alex looked up into his eyes, frozen by the look on his face.

"Swallow." He commanded. She started, and glared at him in protest. As she went to push passed him, Gene held her arms in place against the wall, and kissed her neck softly.

"Bolly." He murmured. The softness in his voice surprised her, and she did as she was bid, grimacing slightly as she felt his come slip down her throat. Gene grinned at her, pressing the rest of his body against her and growling in her ear.

"Hope for you yet, Bolls." before pressing his lips against hers roughly, stealing a kiss. He increased the pressure against Alex, both from his body against hers, and from his lips, moving across her bruisingly. Just as Alex parted her lips, inviting his tongue to deepen the kiss, Gene turned to her ear, "Apology accepted, Bolls."

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><p>A while later, Alex found herself naked and lain on her bed. Although she was still handcuffed, her hands were now stretched out above her head, and the cuffs were chaining her to the headboard.<p>

Gene was on his side, his fingers running over Alex's skin, occasionally reaching up to flick a nipple, or smoothing downwards to stroke her folds. He had been teasing her continuously for the better part of half an hour, and had brought her to the brink of orgasm, five times, before pulling back, and suppressing his laughter at the multitude of names for him she was able to conjure up whilst she was on the verge of insanity.

"P... please, Gene! God, you, you.. bastard! Please! Make me..." Alex let out a frustrated squeal in place of verbalising what it was that she wanted. Gene's boxers were tenting, and Alex felt the pressure of it on her thigh.

Deciding he had waited long enough for his pleasure, Gene propped his (also naked) self, up over Alex's writhing body, stroking his hands from the handcuffs, slowly, moving in quick circles across each patch of skin. As his hands reached her shoulders, he kissed Alex as hard as he could, forcing his tongue inside her groaning mouth. For the umpteenth time since her sexual torture had started, Alex pulled against her restraints, once again, to no avail. Gene, having moved on from her lips, chuckled against her neck, nipping lightly at her collarbone as his hands pinched at her nipples with the same strength with which he had taken control of her mouth.

As Alex continued to beg and plead with him for her release, Gene moved lower, kissing, nipping and blowing his hot breath across her sensitised stomach. He ran his hands down to her thighs, slowly massaging the insides, inching closer and closer to her centre before his fingers brushed lightly across her folds. Gene looked at the frustration on Alex's face and pushed his tongue into her belly button, simultaneously thrusting his fingers into her. She let out a noise, the like of which Gene had only heard in porn films, until now. Sensing that she was about to tip into bliss, he took her clit between her teeth and tugged lightly, using his hands to hold her hips still as she began to shudder.

As Alex was almost incoherent, whist in the dizzying heights of orgasm, Gene thrust his achingly hard cock into her, dragging himself up onto his knees, pulling her hips with him, so that only Alex's upper back and shoulders were supporting her. He thrust into her relentlessly, increasing or decreasing his speed in time with her moans. Alex's internal muscles were contracting non-stop around Gene's cock, as his balls tensed, on the brink of ejaculation. He slowed infinitesimally, nudging Alex's clit with his fingers as he groaned once more. As he sped up his thrusts once more, Gene came, in a long stream before collapsing on top of Alex,

"This isn't it Bolls. Not gonna stop now that you know what you'd be missin'," mumbled Gene into her collarbone.

'I think I could see myself doing this more often.' Alex thought, as she grinned into Gene's neck, before joining him in a shagged out slumber. They were still joined together intimately when they woke up the next morning, and woke in the same way almost every morning from thereon.

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><p><strong>Thank you so much for the reviews I got for the first chapter of this and (once again) sorry for being an absolute fail in taking so long to update.<strong>


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